NIGHT NATION COVENThe only source of light in the room was the flickering candle on the wooden desk, casting shadows on the wall. Lord Galadriel sat on an old wooden chair, his heart nervous as he held the scroll in his hand.The previous day, he had gotten a letter from King Gregory, demanding explanations for Jaha's escape. And today he got a letter from Jaha.Lord Galadriel was disturbed. Although he had expected Jaha to reach out to him soon, now that it was finally happening, it got him worried.Taking a deep breath, he opened the scroll and scanned the words on the parchment, and his brows furrowed as he read through each line. What?"Lord Galadriel, I had expected my first letter to you to be about war."But I believe that is the reason we have children to save us in times of difficulty."Earlier, I encountered your precious daughter, Masha, and took an interest in her. Unfortunately, she is married to a wolf - our enemy."But I do not think that should be a problem. I wish to

Alpha Maverick hated the fact that he was trying to prevent Masha's execution. If it weren't for his son's demands, he would have fought against everyone to make sure the vampire got killed. He'd have made sure of that.Damn Torak!"My King," Alpha Ace, faced the King. "I strongly advise you to ignore everything being said by these people right here. They are her friends. No matter what they say,it doesn't change the fact that Lady Masha committed a great offense by accusing all four of us of attempted murder. The evidence is clear, and if you let her go unpunished, this will give others the mindset to do worse!""He is absolutely correct," Alpha Ryker added. "Our loyalty will die with you. How dare a mere vampire accuse us of plotting against you? It is clearly impossible! In my opinion,she is simply here to cause confusion and disunity, like she's already doing. Before her arrival, was there ever a day when Prince Czar stood up against his own uncle and called him a man capable of m

Czar mixed the treatment in the bowl, and by the time he was done, Masha was still on the bed, fully dressed. He expected Junior to be a little difficult for her, but at that moment, it seemed like he didn't have the time. He dropped the bowl on the table and approached her. "On your feet," he instructed. Masha felt a little intimidated. He looked like he was offended by something. She gulped nervously and forced herself to stand, giving him her back because she knew he wanted to help her with the knots in her dress. Although they had yet to consummate their marriage, it didn't change the fact that he was her husband and had the right to her body. An icy finger cascaded down her spine as she felt him manoeuvre the zipper of her dress. As soon as it was brought down, she supported her dress against her chest, not wanting her boobs to fall out. For a long time, she felt Czar's eyes on her back, and it made her wonder if her injuries were that bad. "On the bed." He moved away from

The darkness enveloped the room, casting shadows that danced along the walls.Czar sat before his study table, his figure bathed in the flickering glow of candlelight. His eyes were fixed on the pages of a book, but his mind wandered far from its words.It's been a very long time since morning, yet Masha was yet to come to the room. He knew she was scared and not ready, but he did not expect her to shy away that much.He tried to concentrate on the book in his hands, but the more he tried, the more the thoughts of her kept messing with his head. It was all his fault. He knew he was making a mistake when he started showing concern.A long time passed, and suddenly he heard approaching footsteps.Strangely, he could recognise the sound of her footsteps like a whisper in the depths of his consciousness.When the door opened and she got revealed, he was almost sure that time had halted. She was adorned in a long black dress, its flowing fabric clinging to her every contour. He recognised

Masha's eyelids fluttered open, allowing the soft morning light to gently caress her face. As her mind slowly emerged from the haze of sleep, she began to piece together the fragments of her memory, causing a mix of embarrassment and anxiety to swirl within her. A jagged breath escaped her throat. Holding on tight to the duvet on her, she darted her eyes around the room, and only then did she notice Czar had been there all along. She gasped, taking her eyes away immediately. Suddenly catching sight of him made her heart race faster and her breath come quicker. He was standing in front of his table, dressed in a black flowing robe that touched the door. And the way he linked his hands behind his back gave him a kind of 'bad lord' look. She couldn't look at him. Not anymore. But in that mini second she had looked in his direction, she noticed something else on his table. The table wasn't occupied with books and scripts like it used to. Instead, it was occupied with various meals. T